"The wind remembers what the stone forgets," Ilyas read aloud, his voice a rasp in the quiet room.
But the glass cage was weakening. Cracks were spreading across the ceiling, mirroring the fractures in his own mind. He realized that the human soul was not meant to hold so many realities at once. kniga frazy skachat
Ilyas smiled, closed his eyes, and whispered the words. The glass shattered outward in a silent explosion of light, and when he opened his eyes, the attic was just an attic again, smelling of dust and old paper. The book on the table was blank, its task finally complete. "The wind remembers what the stone forgets," Ilyas